August for me is similar to the last week of December. People are away or preoccupied, so essentially my daughter and I are left largely to amuse ourselves.
Now, some families may feel this is ace. However, it is dull for a ten-year-old and it’s dull for a single woman. So, I’ve been feeling downcast recently, wishing for a greater sense of community.
Then about an hour ago, there was a knock at the front door. My daughter had received a message from her friend who we took to Old Sleningford a couple of weeks ago, saying to expect a visitor. But it turned out to be a visiting bearing gifts.
Rachel, at the farm, had offered me a couple of courgettes, which had grown into splendid marrows, though when cooked these stay firm. I’d given one to the friend’s mum, thinking there was no way we would get through the two of them. Except that we are now getting a second round in the form of pakora and curry from our friends!
My daughter turned her nose up at all the courgette dishes I cooked but dived straight into the pakora and had to laugh when I explained what exactly she was eating. She therefore now thinks I need to give her foodstuffs unnamed, which might enable her to try out more of our own produce.
I’m not sure I will give her any of the evening primrose which are currently blooming in the front garden. Not least, they look so pretty, especially with the gladioli for contrast. However, I am more than pleased that the seeds I got from Old Sleningford last autumn have germinated. Another gift which gladdens the heart!